Funeral

Just a box of bones
 Lowered and marked with a stone
 In the north at the mountains feet
 In the north to find some peace
 Sing and dance like we were young
 Scream all the joy in your hungs oh
 Half with a heavy heart
 But not with shackled feet
 Oh passion, and oh passion
 I must make more friends
 They'll be hanging at my funeral
 Just to make my parents proud
 Just to make my parents smile
 Skin under cripped skies
 Tell the stories of most of our lives
 We go alone but the past holds us here
 We go alone but the past holds us here
 Let's sing and dance and talk
 Of all the dumb things I was before
 Half with a heavy heart
 Half to relieve my doubt
 Oh passion, and oh passion
 I must make more friends
 They'll be hanging at my funeral
 Just to make my parents proud
 Just to make my parents smile
 Coming around, when you coming around?
 Coming around, coming around
 Coming around, coming around
 Coming around, coming around
 Coming around, coming around
 Coming around, coming around...
 Oh passion, and oh passion
 I must make more friends
 They'll be hanging at my funeral
 Just to make my parents proud
 Just to make my parents smile
 I must make more friends
 I must make more friends
 I must make more friends
 I must make more friends
 coming around, coming around
 I must make more friends
 I must make more friends
 I must make more friends
 Just to make my parents smile, make them smile
 make them laugh